Drip Slow

[Intro]
Haha, I'm back
Pzyck

[Verse]
Okay
I got all the blues, I might need to see a doctor
Feel like high school, way I'm putting paper in the locker
Buy some more ingredients, and then I whip em in the Crocker
Bet he Waka Flocka when I put this vapor to his knocker

Imma nice cool, white kid
Ice cube, might slip
Up up on my drip
Gotta flight crew, pilot
We coming up in the game
We might just change the climate
Gotta focus when I'm aiming though
So keep it quiet
(Shh)

I don't get how all these fakers out here be winning
Y'all some mash potatoes, side of friеs
I'll eat ya for dinner
I'm with the gang, wе don't wait for fame
We run like a river
You could call me Dominos the way that I'm gone deliver

I'm pulling up in that Bentley truck
I'm drunk off the liquor
All the bands, keep em gently tucked
Right next to the trigger
If Imma pop off, then I'm popping off of them jiggas
I'm speeding up, writing lyrics like I became a printer

I'mma switch flows
Get dough
Fuck hoes
Hit yours

Last week in the trap
She did the get low, bent low
Feel it in her tip toes
That's just how the script goes
Sorry if you feeling bad
She felt good on my lips though

[Chorus]
Drip slow, flip dough
Got it from the zips hoe
Drip slow, flip dough
Got it from the zips hoe
Drip slow, flip dough
Got it from the zips hoe
Drip slow, flip dough
I'm writing my script hoe